Higgs smiled behind his mask. He had all the time in the world to wait. The longer he delayed the more his power grew here. Instead of responding Higgs simply looked skyward, the tank on his chest changing from matt black to a deep vibrant red glow.
A crackle of thunder preceded a darkening of clouds. As a lament of rain began to fall from the sky. Higgs had saved this particular trick for a moment like this. Timefall was a cruel invention he had gained from his patron. A rain that aged anything it's droplets touched.
As the first few drips touched Erandur's skin, he could have been forgiven for thinking it acid. The dragon's bone on his helmet began to darken where the rain touched it, as though beginning to rot. Daedric metals began to rust.